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Our Southern belle heads for a new home in Texas
of TheColumnists.com
This week I'm in Corpus Christi, TX, doing some successful castle shopping. Yesterday my offer on a newly built home was accepted, and I'm on my way to becoming a Newly Arrived Texas Tootsie.
Now that I'm giving in to "downsizing," I'll be transplanting myself and my cat Lilybaby to a one story, gray brick house with a two car garage, central A/C, central heating, three bedrooms, two bathrooms, a small kitchen and a small pantry abode.
My home is at the end of the block where
the green space next to me never will have a structure. My fully
fenced back yard is big enough for a swimming pool (that I'll
never build). I'm going to plant two magnolia trees, orange,
lemon and papaya trees.
The front yard has space for my Princess Diana rose bush, poppies
and my Hannon family iris that dates back more than 100 years
to my Cherokee great-grandmother in Oklahoma. I'll be less than
two blocks away from my kids' home. Grandson Ian has agreed to
add my yard to his list of lawn care customers.
I'm doing my part to put the local economy back on its feet here in Corpus Christi. Sunday I bought several pieces of new furniture. Originally, I went in to let Ian choose a new bed set. The store is moving to a bigger location. When I saw the sale prices I smiled demurely at our sales lady and asked, "Bless your heart, honey, go get your order pad and tell me what good prices you're going to offer me on a whole lot of new furniture." I made her day and she made mine. Hallelujah! I've got many, many new miles on my frequent flyer plan.
My mother was a Southern Belle par excellence
and she put her feminine charms and wiles to very good use. Now
that I'm going to be down home again, I'm brushing up on my Southern
Ways and Means to lure--no, I mean charm--these handsome, broad
-shouldered, Southern Gentlemen. As a matter of fact, I've been
invited out for some entertainment by a good-looking man who's
taller than an NFL linebacker. I can hardly wait to compare my
towering 4' 12" stature beside his 6' 6" tall self.
I'll try
not to flutter my eyelashes and murmur, "Oh, my! I do declare!"
Then again, you never know...
Well, next week I'll head back (notice I didn't say "mosey") to begin getting my home for sale in Seattle. I've been at the same address for the entire 42 years I've lived in Seattle, WA. My time will be spent deciding what to give away, sell, toss out into the trash and recycle containers. Talk about a packrat's nightmare! Your prayers will be appreciated.
When next you hear from me on this site, I'll be typing a little slower to match my re-instated Southern accent. Oh, let me explain something you may have noticed. We Southerners have such great pride in our history and ancestry that South, Southern and Southerners are proper nouns in our vocabulary and text format.
Bless your heart, I knew you'd understand.
©2008 by Patricia J. Geister. The cartoons are from IMSI's Master Clips Collection, 1895 Francisco Blvd. E., San Rafael, CA, 94901-5506, USA. This column first posted April 21, 2008.
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